Chapter 3
He immiediately declared himself chief of our games, and when he showed us his pecker, we saw that he already had a lot of hair around it. We three girls played with it and caused ourselves a queer feeling as we felt the pulse beating in it. We were extremely happy and excited as we manipulated it, as it was by far the largest one that we had ever seen.
Mizzi asked him to fuck her first, but he answered:
"No, first I am going to diddle Josie."
I remembered how proud I had felt at this. I rushed up to the bed, lay down on my back, lifted up my dress, unbuttoned my panties and spread my legs apart. Robert came to bed, felt my pussy, looked at it and said:
"My dear, I can only screw you from the outside!"
Mizzi cried:
"Why, of course, she hasn't even got hair on it! Come and fuck me! I can stand your putting it all the way in, you know."
She immediately laid down, trying to push me out of the bed, but he said: "No. I am going to fuck Josie!"
I lay perfectly quiet, as you can imagine. I looked at Robert...his face was red and he put his finger into my slit and rubbed it till I was excited and passionate as never before. He thought it over a minute, then declared:
"I'll show you something!"
He called Anie, who also had got into bed, lying next to the wall. I was in the middle and Mizzi on the outside.
Robert then got in, but did not get on top of me. He told me to turn over. I was lying on my stomach. He raised my clothing so that my littte ass was bare. He then had Anie crawl up to the head of the bed, so that her pussy was close by my shoulder. He then uncovered her pussy. Then he ordered Mizzi to bare her titties. She unbuttoned her waist and pulled down her chemise, and I noticed her nipples stood out hard and firm.
Robert then raised me up and put a pillow under my stomach so that my ass was slightly raised, told me to squeeze my legs together, then he pushed his cock from behind toward the front, so that I felt his cock gently rubbing against my pussy between my ass cheeks.
He then started working up and down...a most pleasant sensation seemed to go through my entire body. Suddenly I began to moan like Mizzi had done, and began working my ass up and down in rhythm with his movements. My face was buried in the pillow under my head, and I saw nothing but felt the most pleasant sensation as he screwed me between my legs! Finally I heard Anie and Mizzi breathing heavily and moaning. I looked up from my pillow and saw Robert playing with Anie's slit with his left hand, which must have made her feel very good indeed, as she was working forward and back with all her might.
With his right hand he was working Mizzi's nipples, which were getting harder and bigger all the time. Finally Mizzi started to cry out:
"Oh...I want somebody to stick it into me...I must fuck...Pierre! Felix!...please...Oh! Pierre come!"
She caught hold of his peter and pulled him to her. He laid down beside Robert...screwing Mizzi with all his might, while Robert helped him out by playing with her nipples, but Robert would not stop.
Mizzi reached out again, this time grabbing her brother's prick; she was so excited that she took it between her lips and started to suck.
by this time Felix could not stand it any longer.
He crawled up to his sister Anie and stuck his cock in her mouth. It seemed to excite her still more, and she started licking and sucking it.
So there, the seven of us, were busily engaged.
Robert still slowly pushing in and pulling out; while I had never experienced such a wonderful pleasant sensation.
All of a sudden, Robert began to work faster and faster, and with a shock I felt something wet and hot pouring out of him and on my stomach.
I was frightened and screamed but Robert kept right on.
The hot stuff seemed to be spreading over me. I said:
"Something has happened. Stop it."
But he kept right on, saying:
"Keep quiet, I am coming."
I said, "You are pissing on me."
But he said, "No, I am not. I am going off. That has to happen." Then he was through and got up.
Then we all separated, all wondering that Robert had gone off as Robert told us that Pierre, Felix and Paul were still so young that they could not be able to go off until they had more hair on their bellies and around their tools.
Mizzi inquired: "Why is that?"
But the boys and myself wanted Robert to squirt. He was willing and said:
"But you must do it with your hand."
We did not know how, so he showed us how to begin. He sat on a chair and began to jerk his pecker. We soon learned how it was done. Then we took turns doing it, the same as he had done.
Anie, Mizzi and myself rubbing his stiff peter, Mizzi finally placed it in her watering mouth and began to suck on it.
She was so hot and excited that she took it all in. Finally it was my turn.
I had no time to think, but puckered up my lips and took the thing into my mouth as she had done. I felt a sensation in my pussy and realized for the first time the sensation of sucking.
After me, Anie had her turn, but she had hardly began to suck it when Robert began to squirt. She jumped back and spit out what she had received in her mouth. Robert at once seemed to jerk his peter until he rid himself of the whole discharge.
At every jerk, large drops of white matter was thrown out so far that I got one drop in my face. We were all greatly astonished and very much excited over this.
Anie immediately fell on Robert and graciously begged him.
"Now, you will please fuck me, now, won't you?"
But Robert's tail hung down limp and exhausted.
"I can't do it, I can't do it. He won't stand again."
Mizzi was beside herself. She sat down between his legs, took his peter in her mouth and started to suck, saying:
"When he stands you must screw me."
In the meantime, Pierre, Felix and Paul wanted to try this too.
But Robert told us an interesting story about how he had started fucking his step-mother.
One evening we sat in the kitchen playing with each other, and that night, when father had gone to sleep, she again came in and we fucked. One night she did not come, although we had played same as usual earlier in the evening. I could not sleep and could not imagine why she did not come to me so, sitting up in bed, by the light of the moon, which streamed in through the window in the adjoining room, I could see their bed. I saw mother on top of father, who could not move...working up and down. She was entirely nude. Stooping over and putting her nipples in his mouth, she went through the same performance as she had done with me. Waiting until she was through with my father, I called out, making believe that I was ill. She came to my bed and leaned over me, asking me what was the matter. I suppose she understood that I had seen what had just been going on, for she asked me if I had seen anything, and I told her that I had seen it all; she immediately gave me her titties to play with, got into bed beside me, took off her nightdress so that she entirely naked and said to me:
"Tonight you must get on top of me." She showed me how to do it in this manner and then we both went at it with a will. In fact, we made such a racket that my father called out:
"What does the boy want?"
She replied, keeping right on fucking:
"He wants me...he's feeling better now."
Father again fell asleep and we continued our jazzing. We had to stop several times, as we rolled and shook so much that we had the bed making a terrible noise and were afraid of waking my father again. When we had finished, mother wanted some more. As I could not get a hard-on, she took my cock into her mouth, starting to suck on it. I wanted to cry out, the feeling was so intense. Of course my tool immediately stiffened again under this treatment. And as
27 soon as it got hard, she made me get up, go over and sit on the bench, and she sat astride me, and we had one more fuck in this manner. Then she put on her night-dress and returned to her room.
The next day I spent in bed, being too tired to get up. Father thought I was really ill, but it was simply the result of the violent night I had spent."
Robert had by now been screwing his step-mother regularly for the past two years. We now looked on him with great admiration and respect, as he had been wellinstructed in the arts of love.
When he finished his story, we were all set to go at it again the idea of lying on top him interesting us greatly. Robert, however, said that there were still other ways of doing it, as he had also fucked his step-mother in the ass-hole, and I said that was very pleasant as he had done it to me like that earlier in the afternoon.
Anie and Mizzi immediately wanted to do it that way.
But they misunderstood what he meant by ass-hole fucking.
Both wanted to try it lying on top of him. Anie insisted on her fucking Pierre as his cock was the only one that she could force into her snatch and Mizzi tried this method with her brother Paul. I also wanted to try it, and as Robert and Pierre could not raise a hard-on again, I began lying with Felix, Robert saying that he must have some strength for his step-mother, as she was surely expecting a piece of tail that very night.
Shortly after this delightful afternoon, Anie and Felix and their father moved away, and I saw them no more for a long time.
Quite frequently at home I heard my father and mother shaking the bed and breathing hard but could not discern anything in the dark. I had an idea that I knew what it was all about, however, so, when this occurred I would lay in bed listening with all my ears, at the same time fingering myself; I got so that I could satisfy myself very well indeed by this method.
I often heard them whispering to each other in a tone too low for me to distinguish words. One Saturday night father came home drunker than usual. Mother got up, helped him undress, and when I awoke at the noise, I saw a light in the room. Father pushed mother over on the bed, reaching up under her clothing, between her legs, she at the same time fighting him off. He whispered:
"Here now...spread your legs apart!"
Mother refused to do so, saying:
"Go away! You are drunk!''
"What of it?...Come on...!"
He was a powerful man; wild-eyed he grabbed her, tore off her night-dress, caught her by the titties and pushed her back on the bed, and got on top of her, with his big cock out, all ready for business.
"Put out the light the children are looking," but father just said:
"Put it in, damn it!"
Mother said again: "Put out the lights, you fool, we don't want the children watching this." Father just growled:
"They are asleep," and went right on with his business. Soon I heard mother say:
"Oh, but this is so good! How big you are tonight!''
He soon finished and all was quiet once more, father falling asleep immediately and mother soon after.
When they had started to snore, I slipped out of my bed and over to Pierre, where he slept on the lounge. He could not see but he heard it all. Getting into his bed with him, we hugged each other fiercely. He wanted to get on top of me, but I turned over and made him screw me from behind, as Robert had done. We were very quiet; nobody heard us, but we were really frightened at first. We were much naked and the feeling of our little bodies rubbing so close together
29 without the interference of clothing was delightful. We pulled off our little fuck, and finding that we were comparatively safe, we did often at night, as we could feel reasonably safe when all the rest were asleep.
Soon after this, we got a new roomer in our home. This roomer was a middle-aged man of fifty or so. I do not know what his business was, but he was at home a great deal and sat in the kitchen for hours, talking to mother. I was often left alone with him. As he had a full, bushy beard, I often wondered how much hair he had between his legs. One Sunday, when he was washing himself, I noticed his hairy chest.
This only enhanced my curiosity as to his other parts. He was very friendly to me as he stroked my hair, chucked me under the chin, and caressed and fondled me frequently. I always went to him smiling when he spoke.
Happening to be at home alone with him one day, I thought: "Now is my chance."
I went up to him and began to stroke his beard. He must have perceived something in my looks which robbed him of his senses for a moment. He was shivering as he put his hand between my legs as if knocking for an entrance. I was standing in front of him as he sat there. I did not resent any movement on his part, but smiled encouragingly up at him. He pressed harder, but as yet only on the outside of my fluffy dress. I stepped up closer, between his knees, and smiled.
His face reddened and he pulled me to him and kissed me. He lifted my dress up, pulling down my panties and kissed me passionately. He looked at and began to finger my crack.
This seemed different from anything that I had ever experienced before due no doubt, to the fact that hitherto, I had played only with boys, while this was a grown man. I became so excited I could hardly control myself. I did not know whether he was using one finger or five. I did not care as I felt as if I was being fucked, pushing his finger way up
30 into me. I began to work back and forth, at the same time playing with the hair on his breast. He took my other hand and placed it on his cock which he had taken out. It was so large I could hardly get my hand around it. I started working it back and forth while he rubbed my cunt and kissed me.
We kept this up until suddenly he stiffened out and twisted and squirmed and began to squirt from his penis white stuff in great drops that squirted far into the room, and at the same time, part of it, hot and sticky flowed across my hand. I also came, as he had quickened the movements of my pussy with his finger as he came. When he had finished, he sat there frightened, telling me not to breathe a word of what had passed or rather pleasantly happened between us, to anyone. As I shook my head, he kissed me again, got up and went out.
For several days I hardly saw him as he was apparently ashamed. This also affected me, as when I would see him approaching, I would run away.
About a week later, while playing out in the back-yard with my brothers, I saw him go in and upstairs. My mother having gone out previously, and knowing that he was all alone up there, I soon sneaked up after him, my heart beating wildly and rapidly, and I quivering in excitement. When I entered the kitchen, he eagerly reached for me, his hands shaking. I threw myself into his arms, and he at once put his hands between my legs and began to finger my slit. We sat down beside each other and he put his cock into my hand. I now had a good chance to examine it, and I must say, even after all these years, having thousands of cocks...not only pushed into my cunt, but...into my ass...my mouth...in fact every opening in my body, that this was exceptionally fine specimen of a healthy strong cock, twice as long as Robert's somewhat bent, with a large red head, and a great mass of dark hair surrounding it. I certainly could have a great time with it, had I been but a few years older and
31 more developed.
I eagerly jerked him off with my hand, as I had learned to do from Robert. When I tired, and stopped working, or put my hand back further, so as to feel the fine growth of hair there he would whisper:
"Go on...my angel, my darling girl...my little sweetheart! For goodness sake, go on...don't stop!"
Much pleased at these pet names, I worked hard and tried to >do it right and soon he squirted high that it almost struck me in the face, as I was stooping low and eagerly working away.
A few days later, as we were again jerking each other off, he said:
Darling, angel, sweetheart," I was doing my best to please him throwing my ass round as he was working at my pussy. "Oh, goodness, if I could only fuck you right...just once, just one little fuck!"
In a moment I pulled away, laid on the floor on my back, spread my legs apart, ready for him and said:
"Come on, try it."
"No, damn it. You're too small."
"That's nothing," I answered, "try to do itanyhow."
Half wild, he got on top of me. He put his hand under my ass, lifted me up and rubbed his cock against my pussy. I held on to his cock, making sure that he rubbed it all over, pushing as hard as he could.
Between shoves, he asked:
"Have you been fucked before?"
Something warned me to deny it, but he insisted saying:
"Now angel, tell me, you have fucked, I know it. Who was it? Often? Was it good?"
I was breathing hard. I could feel his cock jerking, but I still denied saying:
"No, certainly not. Of course not. This is the first time."
His breath came faster and the pleasure for me became greater QO
"It is good," he said. "Oh, so good!" I said.
Just their he went off, wetting my belly, so that the fluid ran down my sides.
"Lay still," he said, and he wiped me clean. Then he asked:
"Are you telling the truth? Come on and tell me."
I told him I had seen it done and pointed to the other room.
"Yes, yes. Your father and mother."
He wanted me to tell him all and as I told him what I saw and heard, he played with my cunt until I again went off.
I did not tell Pierre I hed been fucked by a grown-up man, although he was always talking of Mrs. Terrine, dreaming about her...if he could only carry a basket of wash for her, anything to get into her.....
Several days later, I let a soldier pick me up in the park and screw me for some candy.
He had a nice, pointed prick, and fucked quite well. I soon began to enjoy it, wondering why I had tried to run away from him. As his tool was small and thin, I wondered if we could not get all the way in, so I took it in my hand and began pushing it in. As Robert had already made quite an opening, I was at last very much pleased and delighted at getting it all the way in. The boy must have enjoyed it, as he was working like clock-work. Although it was quite painful I was a very proud girl, I was being fucked like a grown woman. It took quite a long time for him to finish, but at last he was through, at which he jumped up and left, and I went homewards again.
When I arrived home, I found that father and mother were gone; they had probably gone to the Inn for the evening. The boys were asleep, and Mr. Eveque was also asleep in the kitchen. When I came in, however, he awoke and as I passed him, he whispered to me:
"Come to me, sweet darling!"
I stepped up to him, and he put my hand on his cock, which 33 was standing straight and stiff, and he was completely naked. I could now feel for his thighs, cock and balls, everything he had!
"Don't you want to diddle?"
I answered, "Not tonight."
He tried to put his hand under my clothes but I drew back, afraid that he would discover that I was wet there. However, I was jerking his cock with all my might and became so excited that I forgot everything else.
Raising my dress he lifted me upon him and began to work up and down, whispering:
"Beautifulangel! Sweetheart!"
Fortunately he did not notice my wet condition, as I was about to go off, he started to squirt. He wet me to such an extent that my slip did not dry over night.
This had certainly been an eventful day for me, nearly as much 3o as the day that Robert taught me how to really fuck and suck.
Pierre still followed Mrs. Terrine, and I also kept a close watch on her, in order to report any new developments to my brother.
I often observed her talking to a Mr. Horage whom I suspected of being intimate with her, and in this case I was not mistaken, as it turned out later.
This man was a beer salesman, coming to her house every day with a load of beer, which he unloaded into the storage room in the basement. He was a man of about thirty years, large, strong and athletic; he had a red face and wore small, gold earings, which I particularly noticed. I thought him a fine looking man, always wearing either white overalls or a blue suit. A heavy, silver watch-chain with a small, silver horse for a charm was particularly noticeable.
One day on my return from school I saw Mrs. Terrine and Mr. Horage talking together. She was wearing a loose, red blouse, and no girdle, so that her whole titties, even the nipples were plainlv visible. He leaned close to her, both of
34 them laughing. When he reached for her titties, she pushed him away, and when he made a movement to put his hand under her clothes, she jumped back, but all in fun. Soon they were talking earnestly in low tones, then he disappeared into the house, immediately followed by Mrs. Terrine, who went down to the cellar.
Waiting a few moments, I crept after her. I discovered a niche in the wall from which I could see everything without being observed, there being a dim light coming through the opening between the barrels of beer.
Mr. Horage and Mrs. Terrine were in the center of the cellar, hugging and kissing. He had unbuttoned her blouse and was playing with her bubbies; they were milk-white, large and firm. I noticed as Mr. Horage played with them that the nipples seemed to grow stiff. While he was kissing her, she was feeling around the front of his trousers; then she opened the flap, reaching away up to his watch charm.
As she stroked it, she began to shiver, getting very excited. It was so long that her hand seemed small beside it as she worked it up and down. I was astonished at its great length and thiness.
Mr. Horage, breathing so hard that I could hear him plainly where I stood, now pushed her towards a large barrel, on which she sat down with her back against the wall. She whispered:
"Come quick. I can't stand this much longer!"
He then took her legs in his arms, and thus held her while she inserted his cock. He shoved it into her as far as he could, and she whispered hoarsely:
"For goodness sake...you are pushing my stomach out of place!"
As I had never seen it done in this way before, I watched closely, missing nothing. He had his hand down between her titties, she constantly kissing him, grunting and moaning.
"Oh! I can't stand this any longer...I am going. Now!...now...don't squirt yet -I am coming -my
35 goodness -I am coming again...Oh Lord!...hold back don't come -I beg you., this is heavenly... I -Jesus Mary...if my old man could only fuck me as you do -I am going again...that cock feel so big in me -shove it clear in -Oh! God! I have never had anyone as good as you are! I know that I can feel it clear up in my throat. If only I had known this, you could have had it long ago! A person must be a fool to deny herself such a great pleasure. Oh! oh! Lord! Faster, faster! My God, but that feels good!"
He however, did not answer, but kept right on fucking. She was now writhing and twisting around on the barrel. Her ass extending away out in front. He grabbed her ass cheeks and with one final push, forced his cock away in, and she said:
"Now, now," moaning with pleasure.
His head then sank exhausted. He withdrew his cock and she jumped down, arranged her clothing, and threw herself around his neck, kissing him and exclaimed:
"Not one man in ten can do it like that!"
He began playing with her again, then lit a cigarette asking:
"How many times did you come?"
"Oh, I don't know...at least five times."
Then, while he played with her titties and slit, she apparently getting great pleasure as he did so, he asked:
"How many times do you come when your husband fucks you?"
She replied in a disgusted tone:
"Not at all. He no sooner puts it in, than he squirts just teasing me, leaving me so excited that I have to satisfy myself with my fingers!"
"But why don't you tell him to treat you better?"
"I do, but he says that all men fuck alike., that there is no different way...but I know different! He does not dream that I get myself some cock on the side now and then. A piece of real tail! I often think that I can make him do it a second time...it would take longer and perhaps I could go off...but
...of no use. He can't raise another hard-on; often I try very hard, by taking it in my mouth...but no success. You can't imagine how far such a man can drive a woman...insanely mad for want of it. Then after taking it into my mouth and kissing it stiff, I quickly put him in my pussy when, with one push...he goes off...all the work for nothing, leaving me worse off than before. He nearly drives me crazy...he simply won't fuck me properly.
Horage stepped up closer to her saying:
"You must show me that...that's a new one on me. I never had it done that way to me."
He was still holding her white titties, which looked very good to me.
"I don't believe that, Mr. Horage," said she. "I am sure that you could have any woman you wanted... they will all be only too glad to do that for you."
In my hiding place I thought the same and would be glad to do anything for him.
"No," he remarked, "I want it done that way to me. Come on...show me!"
He pushed her back on the barrel, still holding her titties, stood very close to her.
"But this is not necessary with you," she said, "you will get a hard-on without that."
At which he pulled out his cock, which now hung down soft and limber, saying:
"See, he will not get stiff again!"
She took hold of it, saying:
"You are getting me all excited again, and I haven't got any time...I must go..." but he kept on caressing her, playing with her titties. Suddenly she stooped and took it in her mouth! It was now his turn to cry:
"Mother -Mary -this so good!"
At that moment I heard someone descending the cellar stairs, which they seemed to engrossed to notice. Unthinkingly I called out:
"Some one is coming!" and darted away from my hiding place.
Thunderstruck, they stared at me, unable to move. Mr. Horage put his enormous pecker back in his trousers and buttoned them hurriedly. He then helped Mrs. Terrine button up her blouse again. I stepped up beside them, also afraid of who might be coming. We stood there staring at each other...they looking very much ashamed, but saying nothing. It happened to be the landlord of the building, however, and he passed, nodding to us, and seemed to notice nothing unusual in our appearance. He got a broom from the corner and went back upstairs.
Mr. Horage stood staring at the wall, not daring to look at me. Mrs. Terrine, seeing that he would not talk.caught my hands, crying:
"Did you see anything, dearie?"
I shook my head at first, then laughed. She said:
"No, you saw nothing." I then said.
"I saw the whole thing!"
She became frightened and seemed about to run away but thought better of it. She continued to hold me and they looked at each other helplessly. Mr. Horage put his hand in his pocket and took out a silver coin, whole franc, which he handed to me.
I was much pleased at this turn of affairs as I had expected a good thrashing at least. Now, however, all my anxiety vanished as I realized that they were afraid of me. I laughed, starting to go, but Mrs. Terrine called me back, saying in a wheedling way:
"Come here, little one!"
As I came to her, she put an arm around me and said in a friendly way: "Now tell us....what did you really see?" As I did not answer her, she said: "Come now, tell me...tell what you know!" And still, as I did not answer, she said: 38
"You see, you know nothing, because you saw nothing." "Oh yes, I did!"
"Well, then talk...don't be afraid of Mr. Horage. If you tell Mr. Horage he will give you a present...or he'll show you something nice. Well -now -?"
So I whispered into her ear:
"First you sat on the barrel and Mr. Horage was between your legs!" She hugged me tightly, saying: "Well, go on!"
I took out her titties, showing how Horage had played with them.
She asked: "Well, anything else?"
"I saw you take his thing in your mouth."
Still holding me tightly in her arms, she asked:
"And do you know what that is called?"
Mr. Horage came closer to us; she winked at him as she again asked me. Anxious to show I was not so green, I answered:
"Yes, Mrs. Terrine," as she asked me again: "Come, my dear girl; then tell me or rather tell us what it is?"
I snuggled close to her, refusing to tell. She reached over, took Mr. Horage's cock, which was again stiff and straight, and as I watched closely, she said, as she stroked its head:
"Now, won'tyou tell?"
As I was silent, she put my hand on his cock, to which I did not object, but slowly worked the foreskin back and forth smiling up at him at the same time. His knees began to quiver. Mrs. Terrine pushed my head down until my mouth was close to it...I could not resist, but took it in my mouth and...began to suck it myself! I could feel the pulsations in it. It was so long that I could get but a quarter of its length into my mouth. I was sucking and licking it and Mrs. Terrine then said:
"Don't squirt; I want some too!"
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She put me down off her lap and at once buried his cock into her cunt as far as she could take it; turning to me, she said:
"Now...oh, you know what it is called?" I said, "Fuck!"
Now Mr. Horage reached under my dress and began playing with my pussy, putting one finger after the other; he finally forced his little finger in. My legs shook with pleasure...I seemed to be burning up! In this manner we all three went off together.
Having finished, Mr. Horage, while buttoning his trousers, remarked:
"The child is an artist."
Mrs. Terrine smilingly said:
"I saw that at once, she is a little wench, a natural whore!"
She asked me: "Have you fucked before?"
I naturally denied it, but she insisted:
"I don't believe it...don't lie; how often havyou done it?"
But I insisted: "Never! Only I have seeen it done at home." telling them the same story I had told Mr. Eveque. She and I then went upstairs, Mr. Horage remaining in the cellar. She seemed now like a partner; and I was very proud of this community of interest with a grown-up woman.
This was something different from Anie and Mizzi and the rest. I thought of Felix having fucked her, up in the garret, and as he had often fucked me too, it seemed as if there was a bond between us; as we got upstairs, I confessed I had not told her truth before and I now owned up that I had done it before. She wanted to know all about it; how often, with whom. I said possibly ten times or more.
I now played my trump card and said:
"With several boys...one of them Felix, the big boy, Anie's brother; you know him!"
She still denied it, but I kept on saying:
"You surely remember him, he helped you to carry the 40 wash to the attic." She said: "Oh, yes I remember him now." Leaning close to her, I whispered: "You know...he told me all about it!" She cut me short saying: "Shut your mouth!" That settled that.
A few days later I saw Mr. Horage going into the cellar. I called "hello" to him, and spying me, and making sure that no one was in sight, he called to me:
"Come along into the cellar."
I was only too glad to go. As we reached the dark passageway, he turned, and catching my head, pressed my face to the front of his trousers. I immediately put my hand into his pants and took out his cock, which I held in both of my hands, rubbing it gently.
He remarked: "How nicely you do that."
After such a praise, I tried hard to please him...I reached into his pants and began to play with his testicles, with the other hand continually rubbing the foreskin back and forth.
"Take it in your mouth!" he begged.
I refused. I don't know why, but I wanted to do it somewhere else.
"I will give you another franc if you will take it in your mouth! "he said.
But I still declined, saying to him:
"Do it to me like you did Mrs. Terrine!"
In great astonishment, he asked:
"You want me to fuck you...?"
I nodded. He then said:
"But child, you are too small!"
I kept on playing with his cock, rubbing my cunt against it and trying to put it into my hole, saying: "I am not either too small...I can fuck!" "But you haven't any hair on it!" "That makes no difference...I want to get fucked!" 41
"Have you ever done it?"
As I nodded, he said: "How often?"
I said, "Several times."
He lifted me up and held me astride his hips, the same as one would carry a child, holding me with one hand while I put my arms around his neck. With his other hand, he lifted my clothes up and opened my slit with his fingers...and then started to put his cock! I could feel the head going into me...I jumped up and down trying to help! It would not go, however. After trying for some time, he put me down, saying:
"No! It won't go like this!"
I noticed how red his cock had gotten from the rubbing against my body. He sat down on a small keg and rolling a smaller one in front of him, he turned to me and then drew me to him, with my back to him, standing on the small keg. This pleased me greatly, as I thought he was going to do it from behind as Robert had done in bed, but instead of that, he ordered me to bend forward. I did so, bracing my elbows on another keg, my little tail up in the air. I turned and saw his wetting his cock with his saliva. He said that would make it go in easier. Then, raising my dress up over my ass, he got up, leaned over me in the same position that I was in. He then started boring his cock into my ass hole...I was much frightened at this turn of affairs. I wanted to scream, but he quieted me saying:
"If it hurts, tell me."
He then reached down in front and while forcing his cock into my rectum...he pushed his finger into my snatch! "Does it hurt?" he asked.
Although it did hurt a little, his finger in my cunt and the wonderful sensation, and I stretched up to raise my ass up, saying:
"No!"
He bored a little deeper and again asked if it hurt me. I said "no" again.
He then pushed further until I feared that his cock must be all the way into me. He told me, later, that he could only get about half of it in. At first I was disgusted to think of his sticking bis prick into my ass-hole, but as he worked on, I became calmer; the fear of being hurt disappeared and it felt so good that I began to moan with pleasure.
He immediately asked me if it hurt me. I could hardly answer...so excited I was!
He then withdrew his prick, anxiously asking whether it had hurt me. This was an unpleasant interruption to a wonderful sensation, and I stretched up to raise my ass up, saying:
"No, no! It don't hurt...Please leave it in and keep on fucking."
He put in there...there..."Oh! but that feels so grand and good!"
He was very gentle about it, and kept playing with my pussy all the time. Finally he was all in. I could not help thinking of the ragged boy that fucked me in the bushes and who was the first one to get my maidenhead...of the soldier who tried so hard but could not make it; of Robert who had succeeded in getting it part way in, and of Mr. Eveque, the thoughts made me so excited that I was almost beside myself. To feel it better, I several times pinched my ass cheeks together tightly, greatly affecting Mr Horage so that, he leaned forward, clutching me to him, working violently, whispering:
"You darling...that's right....pinch some more -you sweet little whore -you must let me fuck you thoroughly every day. I'll meet you here tomorrow and every day!"
"Every day?" I asked.
"Yes, every damned day, you darling little whore! Every day I want to fuck you!''
This conversation brought me up to still greater pitch of excitement.
"You want to fuck me every day...but that will be
43 " impossible! Don't you think so?"
"Why will it? " pushing still harder.
"But should Mrs. Terrine come?"
"Nonsense!" he whispered, "I like you a great deal better, with your small hole and bare pussy!"
"I don't believe it!"
"But I tell you!"
He was now in me so far that I could feel his balls bumping against my legs.
"But," I reminded him, "Mrs. Terrine had big titties."
"I don't care.. .you will soon have big ones too."
'No, not for a long time yet."
Then he comforted me by telling me:
"Just do lots of fucking and they will grow fast, never fear."
I was so pleased at this that I squeezed my ass-hole several times...he stopped talking and breathed very hard.
Suddenly he said: "This feels wonderful, Josie!"
I felt something warm inside of me and knew he was going off, his cock jerking furiously...his hot finger deep within my cunt. I felt one hot wave after another go through me...as though I were being tickled all over by being licked with a red hot tongue! I was breathing hard and moaning.
When I finally got up, the hot juice was running down my legs. I was all wet. It seemed as though I could feel his big sword inside of me. I was so dizzy I could hardly stand -my back ached. He was standing as though drunk, his long cock hanging down nearly to his knees, limber, dripping and wet. He took out his handkerchief; I took it from his hand and wiped his cock dry again.
"See here," he said, "you are an expert whore! Has this ever happened to you before? You seem to have had experience."
Without answering his query, I again started to talk of Mrs. Terrine's big titties. He remarked: "But I like you much better!"
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That made me feel very proud, and I asked: "What if she happened to come down, who would you fuck, her or me?" "Why...you! Beyond a doubt!" "But what would Mrs. Terrine say?" "Well, what could she say?"
Even at this early age, I was a true woman and loved flattery and admiration.